Poetry Prompt # 3 “Old”; Arkside
One heart hears a sweet but lonely sound
Clock ticking faster on the wall
Has passed on through the Fall
The antique memories that she found.
Winter brings sad severe cold chilling
Grandma lies quietly reading alone in her bed
Keepsake from a dry corsage marks pages read
Lies and stares, plaster roses on the ceiling.
One mind, all but so sweetly has gone
She wipes his dribbling shame from chin
So that he might grin with dignity again
Mumbling incoherent remembered songs.
Faded portrait, Cotillion Ball
A time ago the frame seemed gilded
Words not spoken, but shared feelings
The antique memories recalled.
~ S.K. Nicholls